Avalon smiles and starts to whistle. Maeve sits with her head in her hands still, tears slipping out the corners of her eyes.
Maeve moved her hands, it wasn't a familiar knock "yes?" She asked quietly as she stood, her back still to the door, wiping her eyes with a hand.
Heath pulls the sheet off. Underneath is a steampunk robot with intelligence of all the recent and old tech. "I was thinking about how we are always gone from the controls, and how we'll need to be if we have a child, so I created him to help out."